Chapter 68
-0-Bluestreak, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe
They sat on the beach staring at the sky, the Milky Way shimmering like diamonds overhead. They'd all three traveled in that vast expanse the called the Great Galaxy heading toward this one small world, a world without any more significance than any other and less than most. But here was the heart of their existence. Here were more of their own kind and a place to stay to have what small sense of a life that they felt.
Sunstreaker looked at Bluestreak's profile, at his face filled with awe at the stars overhead. He felt a sense of peacefulness around Blue that he only got from his brother and then sometimes not with Sideswipe, such was the nature of their bond. Blue was the one who truly 'got' him, the one who accepted him with his moods and internal conflicts. Blue never tried to change him. He could though merely with a look, Sunstreaker thought. He didn't tell that to Blue, unwilling even yet to give away his secrets but he knew he would when they bonded.
"Prowl is willing to go with us down this road," Bluestreak was saying. "We just have to do what the pre-bond asks."
"Six decaorns," Sideswipe said shaking his head.
"Tell me about it," Sunstreaker said with a sour expression. "I actually remember what I can't have," he said smirking at his brother.
Sideswipe smirked back, then looked at Bluestreak. "Then I'm first."
Bluestreak snickered as he shook his head. "Keep talking like that and Prowl will make sure that you're last."
It was silent a moment as the twins chatted over their link. Then Sideswipe sat up, slipping his arm around Bluestreak's waist. "We have to talk about that, Blue. With three of us, this could get … logistically complicated."
Blue smiled. He certainly hoped so.
-0-Ironhide and Ratchet
"So, I cured your cyber clap and then what?" Ratchet asked.
Ironhide smiled. "We had a threesome."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes," Ironhide said. "We had it in Prime's big old berth. And … there were sex toys."
-0-Bluestreak, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker
"I know you think this is funny but I don't know that I've ever 'faced in front of my brother."
Sideswipe was perturbed and Blue was laughing.
Sunstreaker was smirking. "You aren't turning into a little femme are you, Sideswipe? I mean it isn't like we're sparklings or something."
Blue wiped at his optics with amusement. "I think you're sweet, Sideswipe."
Sideswipe made a face at Sunny then leaned in to kiss Bluestreak on the lips. He held the kiss, drawing from the sweetness all he could on this, the first romantic kiss he had with the gunner. Blue kissing him back broke it then turned to Sunstreaker. "So here we go. Let's get the logistical stuff out of the way. One quarters?"
The twins nodded in unison.
"One berth?"
They nodded in unison.
"When one of you wants to 'face or I do, does the other one leave?"
They both shook their heads in unison.
Bluestreak smiled. / … we'll see about that …/
-0-Ironhide and Ratchet
"Sex toys?" Ratchet said with a big grin. "What do they think we'd use for sex toys?"
"A better question would be why would we need sex toys?" Ironhide asked with a bit of a snit forming on his brow.
"You know that and I do," Ratchet said placatingly. "They don't."
Ironhide thought a moment, then grinned.
Ratchet waited with a smirk.
"There was a power drill..."
"Primus. A power drill?"
"With a feather on the end," Ironhide said as they both burst into laughter.
=0=Prime and Prowl
It was quiet in the room as they drifted off to recharge. It was miracle that two such individuals could find each other again across the vastness of the universe but they did. Both were socially restrained, Prime by office and Prowl by social conditioning. Both came from different worlds. Prime from the tenements and poverty of the lower classes and Prowl from the gilded cage of the most rarefied heights of the one percent. Both of them were married to their jobs. Both of them were ambitious and purposeful about tending to their responsibilities. It had taken the prompting of others for them to look past all of that and acknowledge together what they refused or couldn't manage to see themselves.
They were meant for each other. They were a perfect fit.
Prowl was a product of his caste, highly educated, professionally oriented, willing to pick up skills to make his job better but scornful of the ideas that separated their people. He hated the caste system and fought against it all his life. He hadn't changed his mind since he was a child. He liked roaming the cast off worlds of his town and city-state as a youngster, worlds that were off limits to his 'kind'. He had learned a lot, then decided to act on it. He became a policeman, a soldier and finally the partner to the Prime of Cybertron.
In all the ways possible.
Prime was six times the size of Prowl when measured against him. He was brilliant, decent, dogged in his notions of justice and equality, the finest military mind and fighting Prime in their history, almost supernaturally brave, loyal to his people and culture, beloved by his mechs and femmes, a mech that the world had been waiting for since the Quintessans. He was the 'One Who Comes', the prophesied savior of The People. That he would get a life on the side was never in the equation. That he would have a sparring partner and supporter in every way possible never occurred to him in the length of his Primeship. Even when he was a youngster working on the docks, it seemed that this part of a mech's existence would never be his.
Now it was. He was the luckiest slagger in the world. He felt that to his superstructure.
If he had asked, Prowl would reply the same.
Night time ticked by in the Residence as the morning wound its way forward.
-0-Ironhide and Ratchet
"A power drill with a feather," Ratchet said, shaking his head and wiping an optic with his servo. "Continue. I'm becoming aroused as you speak."
"Are ya?" Ironhide asked, waggling his optic ridges.
"Your voice is enough for me to get overheated," Ratchet said truthfully. He leaned down to kiss Ironhide, stroking his finials with his digits. "You're my world, Ironhide. Continue."
Ironhide smiled, pausing a moment to take in Ratchet's soft expression, then he continued. "Well, there was a number of Pennzoil products," he said as they both chuckled. "I remember there was also a scene with chamois rags and a lubricant you can get at Midas."
Ratchet laughed then nodded, "Keep going. Ignore my laughter."
"You and Prime did it a few times, once in Med Bay, once in a broom closet and twice in his quarters when I wasn't around."
"Did you ever come out of stasis lock?" Ratchet asked.
"Yeah. Someone finally remembered where the switch was."
"That would help," Ratchet said, kissing Ironhide's pectoral armor. "Knowing where the switch is … lesson one in mechanical medical school."
"I thought so," Ironhide said with a smirk. "Then we do it a few times, Prime can't decide who he wants to keep around more, so I get upset and run away."
"You big sparkling. You ran away from home," Ratchet said.
"Yeah, but it isn't a smooth ride," Ironhide said. "I get captured and become a sex slave for Megatron."
"Didn't want to get a venereal disease from Starscream?" Ratchet asked.
"You must have read the story."
"I will, but do continue."
"I'm in Megatron's harem along with all the other sexy bitches he's collected all over the place."
"Who are some of them?" Ratchet asked. "Anyone I know?"
"Some guy named Mulder, a vampire or two I think. The twins are there," Ironhide said.
"They are sexy," Ratchet admitted.
"They aren't part of the harem. He uses them for target practice," Ironhide said.
"You might let Prowl read this story," Ratchet said.
"He's in the story. I don't think so. I wouldn't want to be the one who starts his next glitch."
"What is Prowl? A frag object in his harem?" Ratchet asks.
"Bookkeeper," Ironhide said before they both burst into laughter.
-0-Bluestreak, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker
"I get to say no if I'm not up to it and you can't get mad at me," Bluestreak said, looking from one twin to the other.
They looked at each other, then Blue with a nod. "Double duty," Sideswipe said, grinning broadly.
Sunstreaker looked at him with a smug expression. "Fragging you would be, Sideswipe."
Sideswipe shoved Sunstreaker who fell over laughing loudly.
Blue looked at him with a grin.
Sunstreaker leaned back up and pulled Bluestreak into his lap, kissing him passionately. Then he sat Blue back on his aft. "Just remember who brought you to the ball, Bluestreak," he said smirking at his brother. "Shouldn't be too hard."
Sideswipe pulled Sunstreaker up and dragged him to the surf, dropping him in. Then he rolled to Bluestreak, picking him up to fling him over his shoulder. He raced as he as fast as he could for the hangar.
Sunstreaker who roared from the surf raced after him, cursing and laughing, relieved at last.
-0-Ironhide and Ratchet
"How did you get away, Ironhide and did you have your virtue intact?" Ratchet asked, prodding a piece of Ironhide's armor that looked dingy. It wasn't. The light was low and it looked that way.
"I was sold," Ironhide said.
"Sold? In an auction?" Ratchet asked.
"Yeah. I had to wear this stupid outfit," he began.
"Clothing? You had to wear clothing?" Ratchet asked with surprise. The most clothing he had ever seen on mechs were cloaks.
"I had a … a harem suit on with veils and all," Ironhide said with a chuckle. "There was a bidding war between Prime and Starscream. They both wanted to frag me on a permanent basis."
"But Starscream had a venereal disease."
"He was a seedy fragger," Ironhide admitted, "but Prime won the bidding. So I went home with him
and you helped disinfect me. But when you did you caught it, too, and we had to store you in the backroom against the future when a cure could be found."
"For the cyber clap," Ratchet clarified with a smirk.
"I didn't write this, Ratchet," Ironhide said chuckling. "Optimus proclaimed his undying love and we bonded."
"How did ole Optimus_Sue write that?" Ratchet asked, dying of curiosity.
"We fragged around," Ironhide said with a smirk. "He has this prong that must be ten feet long and I took it up the aft."
Ratchet laughed until he couldn't, then he looked up again. "Continue, Ironhide. This is therapeutic."
"After I got pipe cleaned," Ironhide said as they both burst into laughter, "he gave me one of his inspirational speeches."
"Which was?"
"After the 'ooh-ooh, Ironhide, you're so tight!' he said, 'Ironhide, you are the one I have spent all my life looking for'."
"You were standing beside him the whole time," Ratchet said.
"Don't confuse this with logic, Prowl," Ironhide said with a smirk. "Then he said, 'I want you, I need you' and he fragged me again just to press the point home."
"You punned," Ratchet said laughing loudly.
"No. It's written down in the story." Ironhide snickered and continued. "When it was over, the fraggin' and bragging' and all, he said, 'let's bond'."
"And?" Ratchet prompted, smiling broadly as he waited for anything to happen.
"He opened my spark chamber like it was a can of sardines."
Ratchet slid sideways as Ironhide grabbed him, pulling him back up to hold him as he laughed uncontrollably. When he was coherent again, Ironhide continued. "He opened his own, then he 'looked into my azure optics and raised himself."
"Why?" Ratchet gasped.
"Because … well, let Optimus_Sue tell it: "He raised himself over Ironhide and slammed himself down, the two fusing together in bliss."
"Or spark arrest," Ratchet said before bursting out in laughter. "This must be what those soldiers meant when 'two trains collide'."
"Where did you hear that?" Ironhide asked, instantly peeved. "I didn't want you to know that."
"Ah," Ratchet said, leaning down to kiss Ironhide so thoroughly that his peds curled. "Continue."
"What?" Ironhide asked with a smirk. "Oh, the story."
"The kissing follows the story. So get to it, mech."
"Well, 'their sparks grew, entwining and growing until their perfect love' ..."
"Perfect love? Like ours?" Ratchet asked as he smiled down at Ironhide.
"Close but not quite," Ironhide said grinning with amusement. "'Their perfect love was made complete and they both simultaneously overloaded in a perfect way they had never experienced before'."
"I hope Springer never reads this story," Ratchet said chuckling. "It'll hurt his feelings that he couldn't crash the Prime as well as you."
"He isn't a Chaos Bringer."
"True," Ratchet said. "Is there more or is this the end?"
"Just a little more," Ironhide said with a smile. "I got knocked up ten seconds in."
"Ah, a fantasy," Ratchet said, before he couldn't talk anymore.